"NOOOOO….. Tiger-Faticus, The GREAT!!!"
Calvadash's team rushed towards their fallen comrade, holding his head while letting him say a few last words.
"I…. I… I lived a good long life, didn't I?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! (sniff, sniff)" Several people nodded their heads sorrowfully. "What is it, Tiger-Faticus? What do you wish to say?"
"I… I just ...." The one called Tiger-Faticus tilted his head towards the cloaked man. "I just want to tell you, bastard, that I will be shitting on your head from the Heavens!"
"No, no! Tiger Faticus. Why do you have to be the one telling him when you're dying? Save your breath old friend, we will do it for you!!!"
Calvadash rose from his knees, wiping his nonexistent tears. Then he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth like a dog and glared at the hooded man with all his might. "Did you hear that? Our Tiger-Faticus swears he will be shitting on your head from the heavens. So If I were you, I would walk away now before it's too late!!!"
